Left-handed people are evil and unnatural! Have you seen the way they crook their hand when they write? It's creepy. Sinister dexter occular auris nil per os ante cibum hora somni guttae ad libitum bis in die! (I can only hold very specific, very strange conversations in latin, you see)_________________"Worse comes to worst, my people come first, but my tribe lives on every country on earth. Iíll do anything to protect them from hurt, the human race is what I serve." - Baba Brinkman

"Left right eye ear <something> before dinner twice a day as needed?" Admit it, Dogen, you ran the instructions on bottle of ear drops through Google Translate or Babblefish in honor of today's comic strip, didn't you?
_________________I am only a somewhat arbitrary sequence of raised and lowered voltages to which your mind insists upon assigning meaning

Pfft... no.... *shifty eyes* I totally know latin. Because when I was in high school I said to myself, "Self, what required language credit should you take that will be most useful in your future life as a hospital peon?" Naturally I took French instead, the use of which is surprisingly uncommon in my work.

And, technically, it is a random list of instructions and things, but you're only 80% right. It's, "left, right, eye, ear, nothing by mouth, before meals, before bed, drops, at the patient's discretion, twice per day." So the only conversation I could have would be something like this.

Latin person: Evenin' guv!
Me: Before meals?
LP: Uhh... I suppose, are you hungry?
Me: Four times per day.
LP: Right, well, I guess that's good. Healthy appetite and all.
Me: At your discretion.
LP: You have no idea what I'm saying, do you?
Me: Per rectum.
LP: I'll just be going now..._________________"Worse comes to worst, my people come first, but my tribe lives on every country on earth. Iíll do anything to protect them from hurt, the human race is what I serve." - Baba Brinkman

I can live with that; the closest I ever got to a Latin class was three years of high school Spanish and a couple books I picked up on a lark after college. I never could get declension down properly, and my vocabulary is, well, somewhat limited and eccentric, myself.

Dogen wrote:

Me: Per rectum.

Hey, that's useful to know, that is, right there. In some towns, that'll get you a date! (Whether or not you'd want to go on said date is another question entirely.)_________________I am only a somewhat arbitrary sequence of raised and lowered voltages to which your mind insists upon assigning meaning

Pfft... no.... *shifty eyes* I totally know latin. Because when I was in high school I said to myself, "Self, what required language credit should you take that will be most useful in your future life as a hospital peon?" Naturally I took French instead, the use of which is surprisingly uncommon in my work.

And, technically, it is a random list of instructions and things, but you're only 80% right. It's, "left, right, eye, ear, nothing by mouth, before meals, before bed, drops, at the patient's discretion, twice per day." So the only conversation I could have would be something like this.

Latin person: Evenin' guv!
Me: Before meals?
LP: Uhh... I suppose, are you hungry?
Me: Four times per day.
LP: Right, well, I guess that's good. Healthy appetite and all.
Me: At your discretion.
LP: You have no idea what I'm saying, do you?
Me: Per rectum.
LP: I'll just be going now...

Left-handed people are evil and unnatural! Have you seen the way they crook their hand when they write? It's creepy. Sinister dexter occular auris nil per os ante cibum hora somni guttae ad libitum bis in die! (I can only hold very specific, very strange conversations in latin, you see)

In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni._________________A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want? ~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Jesus Christ. Latin palindromes? Screw you, dude. What I lack in Latin skills I make up with superior Googling.

Quote:

Dammit Iím mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. Iím in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level ďMad DogĒ.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spiderÖ eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, oneÖ my names are in it.
Murder? Iím a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. Iím it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). Iíd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
ďSir, I deliver. Iím a dogĒ
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit Iím mad.

_________________"Worse comes to worst, my people come first, but my tribe lives on every country on earth. Iíll do anything to protect them from hurt, the human race is what I serve." - Baba Brinkman

Latin person: Evenin' guv!
Me: Before meals?
LP: Uhh... I suppose, are you hungry?
Me: Four times per day.
LP: Right, well, I guess that's good. Healthy appetite and all.
Me: At your discretion.
LP: You have no idea what I'm saying, do you?
Me: Per rectum.
LP: I'll just be going now...

I lold like a sentient horse shoe had become stuck in my throat, and was performing nasal opera as if at the royal festival hall.

Oh I comprehended it fine. I wrote D-I-G-E-S-T-I-N-G. In this case, suggesting I was having a bit of difficulty stomaching the comment. To each their own though._________________"Life is tough, but it's tougher when you're stupid" ~ SGT John Stryker from "Sands of Iwo Jima".

I have a bit of a sore spot for certain things that you may have noticed. What you believe and are interested in is no concern of mine providing you aren't hurting anyone and I'm sorry I acted like a complete dick._________________"Life is tough, but it's tougher when you're stupid" ~ SGT John Stryker from "Sands of Iwo Jima".